Fang Yun walked out.
The flying snow is like a knife.
Many scholars looked at Fang Yun, some were worried, some were expectant, and some were full of confidence.
The big rabbit stood up tall and chirped loudly to cheer for Fang Yun.
Niu Shan followed behind Fang Yun and whispered, "Your Majesty, do you want me to solve it for you? I am the Star Demon Barbarian, and I am even better than it in attracting star power. In this place with infinite star power, I may not lose."
"No."
As Fang Yun spoke, he put down his clothes and prepared his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The tiger demon commander leaned forward slightly, ready to pounce, his eyes filled with murderous intent. The surrounding snowflakes were slightly affected, and their speed was reduced by 10%.
Han Shoulu's heart tightened when he observed this phenomenon. Any demon general who could come here, even if he followed the Son of God, must have extremely high talent, not to mention that he has now become a demon commander.
The Tiger Demon Commander looked at Fang Yun and said, "I retreated here to be fair and give you humans enough distance. But you can't get too close to the door. If you are defeated and run back to the snowless land, aren't you playing a trick on me? At least walk ten steps from where the snow is falling!"
"Yes." Fang Yun said as he came to the edge of the safe area. The snowless land and the snowy land outside were separated by an invisible force. The thick snow on the ground seemed to be blocked by a glass threshold. All the poisonous blade snowflakes intentionally or unintentionally avoided here and flew elsewhere.
At first glance, the snowflakes nearby looked like ordinary snowflakes, with the same six edges and the same thinness. However, the whistling sound of these snowflakes was particularly loud, giving people a vague sense of fear that they could pierce their heads at any time.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, released his literary power, and stepped into the snowflakes.
"What are you doing..." Li Fanming shouted. Fang Yun should have composed a defensive battle poem before entering, but Fang Yun actually walked straight in.
Whizzing…
The strange and piercing sound of the snowflakes suddenly increased, and the snowflakes whirled and cut like iron blades. Every time the snowflakes flew an inch away from Fang Yun's body, they would be blocked by an invisible force.
The literary talent has reached a high level.
Everyone only knew that Fang Yun had already become a literary talent, but they did not expect that Fang Yun had actually reached the highest level of literary talent. For a moment, they did not know what to say and could only look at each other. Because Fang Yun had a superior literary mind, they could fully accept this fact, but their hearts were filled with countless curiosity.
Fang Yun continued to walk forward, and when he reached the tenth step, he picked up the pen and wrote.
However, at the moment when Fang Yun picked up the pen, the tiger demon suddenly grinned, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, and he ran over at an incredibly fast speed.
"Idiot! I am from the demon race! This is a war between two races, and you actually believe that I will give you time! Go to hell, stupid genius of the human race!" The tiger demon commander said as he pounced on Fang Yun.
While running, Tiger Demon Commander was laughing all the time, because he had calculated the time for everything. It would take exactly two breaths of time for him to pounce from where he was standing to Fang Yun's position, and these two breaths were not enough for any scholar to finish writing a war poem.
"oh."
Fang Yun agreed casually and continued to write with his head down. He seemed to have no idea that Tiger Demon General was about to rush over, and his expression remained unchanged.
However, Tiger Demon Commander's expression kept changing.
When Fang Yun stood still, it was laughing.
When Fang Yun started writing, it was still laughing.
But after seeing Fang Yun's writing speed and the precious light on it, the Tiger Demon Commander could no longer laugh.
After feeling the vitality aroused by Fang Yun's poem, Tiger Demon Commander not only couldn't laugh, but even wanted to cry.
Countless snowflakes vibrated gently, a large amount of heaven and earth energy gathered, and streams of Wenqu star power surged towards the paper under Fang Yun's pen.
White paper is covered with gold and becomes a holy page.
A moment later, the poem "Night Raid" was completed.
The battle robe is tied with a golden belt.
Ma Tou rushed through the snow to Lintao.
Roll up the flag and rob the demon king's tent at night,
Kill the barbarians indiscriminately without a sword.
The paper pages flew up and the precious light shone out.
Four layers of precious light appear on the poem page, representing the original work written by the author, the first book that appears for the first time, the handed-down precious light that can be taught to others, and the power of Wenquxing.
A full five times the power burst out.
When Tiger Demon Commander saw all this, his first thought was to escape, but he quickly realized that if he didn't attack Fang Yun in advance, he could have escaped, but now he had lost that chance.
The tiger demon rushed forward with his head held high. His expression changed again, from regret to fear, and from fear to despair.
A strong wind blew up around Fang Yun, and a golden general's armor condensed by vital energy attached to his body. Then his body flew into the air, a tall horse appeared under his crotch, and a long Guan Gong sword appeared between his hands.
A sense of bravery emanated from Fang Yun. At this moment, he was like a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Time was like snow and years were like frost. No matter what it was, he would trample it with his horse or chop it with his sword.
Fang Yun got on his warhorse and didn't even start running. He charged forward at a speed that subverted common sense. In front of the horse's head, snowflakes gathered together to form a snow blade, paving the way for Fang Yun and all falling on the tiger demon commander.
The snow is like a knife, every knife can take your life.
After the white snowflakes passed over the tiger demon commander, they were already stained with blood.
The blood and qi armor on the tiger demon commander's body collapsed, and Fang Yun rode past on a war horse, holding a knife.
A general and a monster passed each other.
The broadsword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of deep red demon blood slid down the sharp blade, passed through the gap of the blade, and finally froze at the tip of the blade.
Warm blood spurted from the tiger demon commander's neck.
"How could the war poem of a scholar be so powerful..."
After the tiger demon commander finished speaking, his head rolled to the ground and he died with his eyes open.
The body that had lost its blood and energy was pierced and torn apart by hundreds of snowflakes, and was eventually minced into meat paste.
"The reason I agreed to move forward ten steps is not because I don't know you might attack me, but because I'm afraid you'll run away."
As Fang Yun spoke, he kicked his horse's belly and rode out of the snowy area and into the safety of the door.
The golden armor slowly disintegrated, and the warhorse became smaller and smaller. Finally, Fang Yun landed steadily on the ground, and the broken sword disappeared in the wind.
Yan Yukong laughed and said, "The newly promoted Saint Clan Demon Commander may not have the upper hand in front of me, but he actually thought he could kill Fang Yun and even called Fang Yun stupid. I am the one who is stupid to death!"
"Haha, the 'Chongxue' and 'Quebaodao' in this war poem are both excellent, and the words used are deeply poetic." Kong Delun said with a smile.
"You guys, why don't you think about the effect of this poem? What would happen if it was used by ordinary soldiers?" Sun Naiyong stared at Fang Yun with burning eyes.
Everyone suddenly woke up. This was equivalent to allowing an ordinary soldier to suddenly gain the charging ability of a cavalry demon general. If hundreds of scholars gathered together, or people with higher literary status used this war poem, they could create a demon general-level charging team in a short period of time. It would not be much different from an ordinary war poem under normal circumstances, but it would be very likely to make great contributions at critical moments.
Sun Naiyong continued: "What would happen if the candidate used this war poem to escape?"
"Great talent! Great talent! This poem is not as good as many Juren war poems in terms of killing range, but this poem can charge, run, kill, disturb, hurt the enemy and protect oneself. It is a complete poem! No matter what environment the Juren is in, he can transform himself into a war general and gallop on his horse! This is the first Juren-level full war poem!"
Several candidates who had just discovered the mystery of the poem praised it repeatedly.
"Yes, this poem is indeed not strong enough, and it needs a human body. It belongs to the category of dangerous battle poems, but the 'completeness' of this poem is too powerful, with countless ways to coordinate. Just imagine, some ordinary cavalrymen who are charging suddenly turn into golden armored generals. This is more deterrent to the monsters than suddenly flying out some war poems! When charging, a good appearance means good momentum, and high momentum is also a big advantage in battle!"
"Genius! Really a genius! Think carefully, Master Fang made no sound when he charged. This is the power of the poem 'Flag rolled up at night'. In the night attack, in order to prevent the enemy from discovering the sound of the wind blowing the battle flag, the flag was rolled up. Without real battlefield experience, it is impossible to write such details, and it is impossible for this poem to play the essence of the night robbery, 'silence'!"
"Now that you mention it, this poem has a wider range of uses!" Sun Naiyong clapped his hands and shouted. As a descendant of a military strategist, he knew best the advantages of this war poem. During the frequent battles with monsters, this war poem could directly save thousands of elite soldiers every year, and indirectly save tens of thousands of people. If it could change the situation of a battle, the credit would be even greater.
There is constant discussion about the wording used in the poem and how war poetry was used in battle.
At the end of the discussion, Sun Naiyong could no longer hold back, and he clasped his fists towards everyone, saying, "This poem is of great significance, and it must not be lost here. One of us must leave the Comet Corridor immediately, and then find a way to preserve this poem and keep it in a safe place until the Saint Ruins are over and the Saint takes it away."
Kong Delun said: "Leave this matter to me. As long as I put this poem into the Yinjiangbei, if anything happens to me, my grandfather will see it first. If I leave the Holy Ruins alive, this war poem will naturally be preserved."
Everyone knows that Kong Delun’s grandfather is the head of the Kong family of this generation. As long as the heads of the Kong family were university scholars or great Confucian scholars before becoming the head of the family, they could be canonized as saints immediately after becoming the head of the family. However, their strength would be far from that of a real semi-saint, and their lifespan would not be extended.
"It's safest to leave it to you!"
Han Shoulu smiled and said, "How about everyone write a copy and indicate that it was written by Fang Yun in the seventh corridor to kill the Saint Clan Tiger Demon Commander?"
"good idea!"
Everyone started writing.
Niu Shan looked at the four demons proudly and said, "Who among you is still unconvinced? You are simply courting death if you dare to fight His Majesty the Moon Emperor!"
"A frog in the well!" A Saint Clan bear demon said contemptuously, "You humans have great geniuses, but they can only be compared to our Saint Clan demon barbarians, and at most they are at the level of ordinary Saint Sons! Over the past few hundred years, which of your human race's great scholars has ever been able to suppress the Demon Kings of all generations? Which of your human race's great scholars has ever been able to suppress the most outstanding Saint Son Demon Kings of all generations?"
Niu Shan thought deeply for a while and said, "Can you be any more stupid? I am a barbarian, not a human!"
The big rabbit was laughing wildly while holding his belly. (To be continued...)